But I see a sadness.
I realized that my painting class with Vincent Desiderio is made up of 20 women, 2 boys. It's scary but makes for prettier drawings.
Always fun to open up my sketchbook after a night of heavyish drinking to see what was drawn on the subway at 3am on my way home.I have no idea what this means.
One is a girl I think.
I will never get this thing to print.